“You’re the one who asked me to show you, weren’t you…?”
To waver like this for no reason. What’s going on?
Still, if you don’t want to see them, I suppose I have to put them away.
Ugh.
Oh, my poor, cute mechanical tentacles.
They pitifully revealed their precious innermost parts, only to be used and discarded.
My poor, little Zzirit-Zzirit (TL Note: “Zzirit-Zzirit” is an onomatopoeia for an electric shock or tingling sensation. Here, it’s used endearingly as a nickname for the tentacles.)…
Thinking thus, the Narrator gave her hips a slight wiggle.
Consequently, the tentacles clinging to her back began to slither, retreating into their designated spots.
The way they wriggled gently into their small, attached homes was quite endearing.
“Hmph.”
Approaching Mob, who had his face buried in his hands, the Narrator poked his solar plexus lightly with a small finger.
“They’re all gone. You can open your eyes now…”
Only then did he cautiously squint, scanning the area around her, and upon confirming the absence of the tentacles, he let out a deep sigh of relief, opening his eyes fully.
“Haa… Don’t do that again next time.”
The Man’s face, as he uttered those words, was inexplicably filled with displeasure.
Huh, was it really that bad?
The Narrator’s head tilted instinctively.
“Understood?”
He even pressed her again, as if to confirm her understanding.
‘It must have truly been that bad.’
Though she felt a little—no, quite bewildered—she nodded in response for now.
“Mhm. I understand that our Mob really dislikes tentacles.”
“Huh? What did you say? No, that’s not what I meant…”
Mob tried to quickly retort, but the Narrator simply brushed it off, continuing her own thoughts.
‘Why would he dislike them?’
‘Ah, could it be jealousy?’
‘You know, in erotic games, tentacles are often a symbol of harassment.’
‘Since I use them in front of the heroes, could he be getting jealous?’
‘Aha, now that I think about it, that makes perfect sense.’
‘He’s trying to keep the heroes from taking me, isn’t he?’
“Hmph.”
‘What a truly possessive reaction, befitting an erotic game protagonist.’
“Doctor… You understood what I said correctly, right?”
Mob’s voice resonated low, as if his spirit had been somewhat dampened.
The Narrator nodded nonchalantly.
“Yes, of course.”
‘From now on, I suppose I shouldn’t bring them out if I can help it.’
‘His possessiveness is quite strong, it seems.’
“That’s… absolutely not it, I think.”
Mob muttered in a low voice, gazing at the Narrator.
His expression was utterly displeased. ‘Why?’
“Kueugh, Kuueuugh…”
As the Narrator engaged in this playful banter with the ‘bad’ Mob, who clearly didn’t trust her at all,
The Iron Hog let out a bizarre groan and twisted his body, rising to his feet.
“Hoo…”
The Narrator narrowed her eyes, an intrigued expression gracing her face.
She had certainly sent enough current to keep him tingling for about an hour, yet he was standing so quickly.
‘How curious.’
Placing her index finger lightly on her lips, she murmured, staring into the air.
“Could my calculations have been wrong…? It’s been a long time since something defied this genius Doctor’s predictions…”
At that moment, the Orc began to roar with a pig-like cry.
“You damned wench! I don’t know who you are, but you’ve angered me, haven’t you?!”
A massive roar echoed through the air.
The noise was so immense that it seemed to push the very air, and the Narrator’s slender body, unable to resist the force, was pushed back a step.
‘Wow, what a booming voice.’
‘If he’d ever worked as a promoter at a department store, he probably would’ve made a fortune.’
“Infuriating. So infuriating! This rage shall be appeased by immediately violating you…”
The Orc’s attempt to speak further was cut short.
“Hmm… Iron Hog. This will sting for just a moment…”
“…What did you say?!”
As the Narrator made a light gesture, the mechanical tentacles extending from her back once again moved with incredible speed.
*Whiz.*
With a metallic whir, the flying tentacle promptly injected the villain’s ankle.
Its speed was so astonishingly quick that the villain couldn’t even react.
*Thwack.*
“…What?!”
‘Hog Rider, no, what was it again?’
In any case, the face of the “Whole Roasted Pig” was contorted in bewilderment.
Staring at his ankle, where the injection had been delivered in the blink of an eye, he cried out with an incredulous expression.
“Kueugh… Wh-what…? Faster than my own dynamic vision?! You wench, what in the world are you?!”
His loud, incessant yelling made the Narrator involuntarily frown.
‘So noisy.’
‘Stop yelling. My ears hurt.’
“Ugh… such a grating, quacking voice…”
The Narrator covered her ears with both hands.
“K-ugh…”
The body of the “Large Goblin,” which had seemed fine for a while, gradually began to lose its vitality.
‘Ah, this is just a figure of speech; he’s not actually dying. After all, what was injected into that “Honey Pig” was merely a light anesthetic.’
“I, I, Lord Sky Orc, in a place like this…”
The Ogre uttered a line that was truly the epitome of cliché, then toppled backward.
Dazed and disoriented, his massive body collapsed, and he promptly fainted.
The Narrator shrugged.
‘She’d administered enough anesthetic to knock out an elephant instantly, yet he’d held out for quite a while.’
‘Is it because he has so much flesh?’
“Oh, oh, you natural shield. You’re the culprit behind this miscalculation.”
She gently wiggled her index finger, poking.
Following her gesture, a tentacle moved to gently tap the fallen Orc’s belly fat.
*Thump-thump, thump-thump.*
A soft resilience transmitted through the tentacle, reaching even her.
‘It felt just like a slime.’
‘It would probably feel quite nice to sleep on his belly.’
“What the…”
Meanwhile, Mob, who had been watching the scene unfold beside them, stood with his mouth agape, as if unable to believe the sight before his eyes.
Then, his gaze met hers.
“…What?”
‘Why are you staring like that?’
‘Is there something on my face?’
‘Ah, there is something. An overflowing genius, you could say.’
‘Hee-hee.’
“It’s… a bit sudden, but…”
After a long moment of hesitation, Mob finally spoke cautiously.
“You’re incredibly strong, Doctor.”
‘Oh.’
‘Oh my.’
At that single remark from the Man, the Narrator’s shoulders began to rise involuntarily, shrugging with delight.
“Hee-hee, hee-hee.”
A satisfied smile spread across her lips.
“Stronger than you thought, hee-hee. Is that what you mean…?”
The Narrator placed both hands on her hips, cleared her throat, and tilted her head back, striking a triumphant pose.
“You’re only just realizing that now? Mob, for a protagonist, you’re more unobservant than you look…! This genius Doctor didn’t become the organization’s second-in-command for nothing, you know…!”
At her words, the Man nodded.
“It’s frustrating… but I’ll admit it.”
‘Hoo. His reaction is different from usual.’
It was unexpected.
Mob, who usually acted so fiercely, now wore an expression as gentle as a lamb, a rare sight indeed.
Perhaps it was because he had rushed out intending to rescue her heroically, only to end up being helped by the very person he intended to save. He seemed a little dejected.
“Ohh, so that’s how it is…?”
But that wasn’t what was important now.
The Narrator’s eyes widened as she stared intently at him.
The notoriously difficult male lead had acknowledged her.
Her heart pounded. She felt incredibly good.
If she had a tail, she would be wagging it furiously right now; that’s how utterly happy she felt!
“Puh-haha…”
‘This is me.’
Her current mood, brimming with confidence, was expressed not by a tail, but by the wriggling tentacles on her back.
‘…Wait, tentacles?’
“Ah.”
‘Right. I said I wouldn’t bring out the tentacles.’
The ‘Squid’ (TL Note: A playful nickname the Narrator uses for the villain, comparing his wriggling to a squid) had gotten up, causing her to inadvertently deploy them.
‘I should put them away again.’
‘After all, I’m a good, cool, genius Doctor who keeps her promises.’
“Hee-hee.”
Just as she was praising herself and hastily attempting to retract the tentacles,
“H-hey, wait a minute!”
From a distance, three figures approached, calling out to them.
They were the two incompetent rookie heroes who had been trembling in terror just moments before, along with a veteran hero who seemed quite experienced.
They approached cautiously, and then one of them,
specifically one of the rookies, spoke with a trembling voice.
“Are you alright? Is there, perhaps, any injury you might have sustained…?”
However, his words were cut short.
This was because the Veteran Hero standing beside him raised a hand to stop him.
“Wait a moment.”
His gaze fixed on the Narrator.
“A shabby gown, mechanical tentacles. And that uniquely gentle face…”
His expression furrowed, as if he were forcibly dredging up fragments of an old memory.
Soon, the Veteran Hero’s lips trembled, and then,
“You’re… you’re that person, my rival from when I was active!”
He cried out, his face unable to contain his indignation.
So tightly had he clenched his fist that his knuckles were stark white.
At his words, the two Rookie Heroes beside him exchanged startled glances, then turned back to the Narrator and exclaimed.
“Th-this… this is the one Senior mentioned!”
Faced with their strange reactions, the Narrator tilted her head, a bewildered expression on her face.
“What are they talking about…”
Truly, this was the first she had ever heard of it.
‘A rival? As if such a thing could exist in my life.’
She idly scratched her chin with a finger, murmuring languidly.
“There’s no way I could have a rival… After all, I’m the smartest genius Doctor there is…”
With a smug grin and a shrug, tentacles sprouted from her back, flapping joyfully as if expressing her good mood.
At that moment, Mob, who had been staring blankly behind her, muttered in a low voice.
“…A rival, you say?”
His voice was strangely drained of all energy.
His tone was so heavy and subdued, as if he might collapse at any moment.
“Hm?”
The Narrator tilted her head in the opposite direction, looking at him.
For some reason, Mob’s expression was far from ordinary.
His face was a mixture of fury and resentment.
Clenching his teeth, an unsuppressed emotion seemed to writhe deep within his eyes.
‘No, what’s wrong with you now?’
